Well, it feels like a holiday.
As I stepped out onto the street tonight, on a last minute trip to the grocery store for ellyn and a wine-finding mission of my own devices, the mood was just different, warmer on an interpersonal level.
In the crowded grocery store, I found the veggies ellyn needed, grabbed some Pineapple — something my Mom always has around at the holidays for some reason — and a few limes. On my way out a sweet, middle-aged woman bumped into me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Please, don't worry about it," I said. "You know, I think that's the first sincere sorry-for-a-bump-in I've heard since I moved here."
She laughed and agreed. I left her with a "Have a Happy Thanksgiving and she smiled and returned the notion.
Warmer, on an interpersonal level.
We're all sort of grouping together tomorrow. Friends standard from home, all making too much food and eating it, together in Brooklyn.
Those cookies! Oh, the cookies. And Pie.
Then naps.
Tomorrow, while I may be in Brooklyn, there will still be naps.
We love your mom and dad too. By the way, we love you two!
It was great to see you Christmas Eve, thanks for making your Mom come, she is still complaining about it.
Love, Roxanne